Futile from Dead Lights by DEAD LIGHTS

FUTILE

I’ll make you give up.

Your life’s cheap,
Come on in.
You’re so weak,
So you go,
Into exile,
To fight back is futile.
Futile.

It’s not over.

You’re so meek,
A plaything,
It repeats,
It’s so futile.

Yeah, it’s meant to hurt.
It’s so perverse.

I will break you,
I’ll fuck you up.
Yes I will,
Break you.
You’re out of luck, now.

Yeah, it’s meant to hurt.
It gets worse.

I’ll twist you around my little finger
until you snap.
I can see the splinters in your soul
and your broken back,
Into exile,
To fight back is futile,
Futile.

It’s not over.

I will break you,
I’ll fuck you up,
Yes I will,
Break you,
You’re out of luck, now.

Yeah, it’s meant to hurt.
It’s futile.

In your…
In your minds eye,
You go into exile,
To fight back is futile.

He’ll wreck your smile,
My love is hostile.
He’ll wreck your smile,
To resist is futile.

• Electronic
• London